It’s been a week since I last saw Garreth. I don’t know if he’s already accepted it in himself that I am not going to be his wife anytime soon because I don’t like him the way he thinks I do.
To be honest, I feel like everything is back to normal. After blurting out some excuses to my mother that night, they have not contacted me anymore. Which is quite alarming when I come to think of it. The wedding that they are planning is happening in two months. Now, it’s less a week.
I sighed and stopped myself from overthinking. I have a feeling that they have already started to work on the wedding preparations but what good would it really do to me? Even if I worry a lot, I can’t control what they want to do. They will still prepare because that is what they have agreed upon.
“Are you okay?”
